Wednesday, February 6, 2019

Thirsting (Day 749)

How is this golden
glowing one sitting
alone   where shadows were 
for light  
for fear 
of losing her place  imagine 
all of our voices   
in all ways 
comforting   subtle   bruised 
purple by the sharp edges
of our discontent

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
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